"Well, what is it?" said Crane, rather sharply. Tucker was now all suavity. "I'm afraid, after all," he began, sitting down and swinging one leg over the other, "that you won't be able to keep that young person. I'm afraid Mrs. Falkener was right. Women know these things at a glance." "What things?" "Why, I mean that in spite of her good dinner, I'm afraid your cook, Burt, is not--Well, I'd better tell you just what is in my mind." "Surely, if you can," said his host and client. "I went out for a little while about dusk on the back piazza, which you know is just above the kitchen, and a conversation below is audible there. At first I did not pay much attention to the murmur of voices, but gradually I became aware that some one was making love to Jane-Ellen--" "Who was it?" asked Crane. "That wretched boy? That smug butler?" "Alas, no," said Tucker. "If it had been one of the other servants I should not have thought it much harm. Unhappily, it was a young gentleman, a person so much her social superior--Well, my dear fellow, you get the idea." "No one you knew, of course?" "I never saw him before." "How did you see him at all?" This was the question that Tucker had been anticipating. "Why, to tell you the truth, Burt," he said, "when I realized what was going on, I thought it my duty for your sake to find out. I looked over the railing--and just at the psychological moment when he kissed her." Crane was tapping a cigarette thoughtfully on the palm of his hand, and did not at once answer. When he did, he looked up with a smile, and said: "Lucky dog, is what I say, Tuck." "I don't think," answered his friend, "that that is quite the right attitude for you to assume." "What do you think I should do?" "Dismiss the girl." Another pause. "Or," added Tucker, magnanimously, "if you shrink from the interview, I shall be very glad to do it for you." Crane looked up. "No, thank you," he said. "I think you have done quite enough. I should not dream of imposing upon you further." He walked to the bell and rang it. Smithfield appeared. "Tell the cook I want to see her," he said. After a brief absence Smithfield returned. "I beg pardon, sir," he said, "but the cook says if she leaves dinner now it will be spoiled, and won't after dinner do?" Crane nodded. "You know," said Tucker when they were again alone, "it is not always necessary to tell servants why you are dispensing with their services. You might say--" Much to his surprise, Crane interrupted him with a laugh. "My dear Tuck," he said, "you don't really suppose, do you, that I am going to dismiss that peerless woman just because you saw an ill-mannered fellow kiss her? I shall administer a telling rebuke with a slight sketch of my notions on female deportment. It would take more than that to induce me to send her away. Indeed, I was thinking of taking her North with me."